The key to all strange things is in thy heart..../ My spirit has come home, that sailed the doubtful seas.
I doubt not God is good, well-meaning, kind
Give but a grain of the heart's rich seed, Confine some under cover, And when love goes, bid him God-speed. And find another lover.
The loss of love is a terrible thing; They lie who say that death is worse.
We shall not always plant while others reap
For we must be one thing or the other, an asset or a liability, the sinew in your wing to help you soar, or the chain to bind you to earth.